Refuge in a Tomb Songtext
von Abyssal Frost

Cruel are the times
When we live as traitors
Who know not ourselves
Nor what we fear
Lost upon a wild and violent sea
Here at the end of all things

Ragged hearts bereft of fortitude
Dragged to exhaustion
Relentlessly grinding to the pace of the machine
Left with naught but scorn for humanity

Refuge in a tomb
Warm comfort of defeat
Softening the walls of your mind
A Lullabye for the walking paralyzed


Plunge the knife in deeper
I swear I can take it
Add another scar to the collection
Of the sleeping reaper

Sugar to the lips of the starving
A false promise
No sustained devotion to fervor
Leave the wounds to fester
Bathe in pain and forget to exist

Refuge in a tomb
Warm comfort of defeat
Softening the walls of your mind
Lullabye for the walking paralyzed

Plunge the knife in deeper
I swear I can take it

Cruel are the times
When we live as traitors
Who know not ourselves
Nor what we fear
Lost upon a wild and violent sea
Here at the end of all things